September 18, 2013 Subject:
Skin, Skin, Skin
I remember the rise into respectability of skinflicks in the mid 1970's - and I remember being surprised at how some of these pornfests were surprisingly good films (Bill Osco and Paul Morrissey told memorable stories).
I'd heard Joe Sarno's Laura's Toys was the paradigm of softcore porn: plotless, characterless, and full of people who don't seem to understand how to stay dressed. But I'd never seen the film.
It's everything I expected. The thin and ludicrous plot is only there to give the toothsome and barely competent actresses a chance to lose their kit (men keep their shameful parts tastefully boxered); nobody has a life as such (which is presumably why they are all so hungry to get laid).
Laura's Toys is a glimpse of innocence of a sort: a window into a world where people (or at least the cinemagoing public) could happily watch simulated fornication for two hours without a gag reflex.
Laura's Toys makes innocence look tedious. It's worth ninety minutes of your time just to be reminded.